Peebs Overwhelmed by Women on B-Day

On Sunday, October 21, 2007, approxi-mately 19,500 women came to my birthday party, every one of them was covered with dried sweat and smelled like swine; but it was fantastic and maybe the best birthday of my long career of having them.

Reportedly there were also 500 men but I never saw, or caught a whiff of, any of them. Well, that’s not exactly true; there were seven or eight sitting at my table (let’s see: John, Garrett, Dan, Torbin and Rusty) and they seemed to have mostly controlled their manly effluvium with some external application of various substances that camouflaged their testosteronic emissions. This could also be due to the fact that they didn’t run in the Nike-sponsored women’s marathon that had just culminated right outside of the restaurant (the afore-mentioned Park Chalet…see blog below) where we were dining in nouveau-California style, as in Stylish…with a capital “S.”

The eight or nine women at the table (Amy, Trish, Jessie, Nan, Karen, Susan and Martha) were also in fine spirits, fettle, and casual finery. In my eyes they were, and are, the most beautiful women in the world. I was pleased, impressed and moved that they all attended (men and women), braved the marathon-muddled traffic, and enjoyed the wonderful restaurant, glorious weather and awe-inspiring cake. These people are 20 or 30 of my favorite people. Although Tom and Susannah were notably missing, 2007 could have been my best birthday ever! Approx-imately 19,516 women (and seven or eight men) made it so!